Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my phone is
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it family, put the gun on down nigga
I kicked it in eons
'bout to be cooler than Freon
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and was on models
All of my ready for action
When I woke, all I is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next
But I don't know what happened

[Hook:
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur,
just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur

[Verse 2: Tech
Woke up, got sick, nobody sleepin' in my shit
in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big like my nigga Yukmouth
I I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butt
She was when another beautiful widow cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep (Becka Joy)
But I don't even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some they pants and romancin' each other
And eating each other, and beating me
My publicist almost a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga her fuckin' fist
But he her out, instead
She outta line, nigga somethin' been said
Then somehow I touched her
My lip hit her big

It's just a blur, blur,
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur,
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a

N9ne]
Scenario, what
That nigga keep laughin', cause he all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I out
Said her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, it was not me, I do stuff
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose

The night was going perfectly, all well
I woke up in the dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've ever felt this way before in so long
just a blur

(Voice of a girl)

MAYDAY]
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur